[[ C.13 - Drama

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Yo boy gon' go to jail 👀 ( Also laws are incorrect ^^ ) Don't get mad at me >:(

"..We have a murderer at _____ school." A voice was heard when you entered the classroom. Everyone's attention snapped from Amber to you.

"Hey, put the phone down!" You called out, lightly panicking as you quickened your pace towards Amber and the others.

"Please come instantly. Okay, thanks." She finished with a cruel smile.

Your eyes widened when you saw Scaramouche come inside the classroom and look at you in confusion.

"They called the police." You sigh. His eyes widened in anger, but didn't decide to do anything for now.

He walked over to you and pulled you to your shared seat.

"It'll be fine, honey," He tried telling you.

It sounded so fake, like he'd never come back until you're dead.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be back before you know I've been gone." Scaramouche smiled at you, giving you a small goodbye hug.

"I'll miss you.." You mumbled, pushing the tears away, hugging him tighter. He looked at you, his gaze showing care but unsurity.

"I love you, take care." Scaramouche's voice was soft, comforting, which shocked mostly everyone in the room.

You didn't look at him, you just pressed into his shirt more. You knew you'd cry if you did.

Soon the police arrived and took him away.

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"[Y/N] [L/N]?"

You looked up. Your mom had let the police in, leading them to your room.

"Yes?" Your slightly pained voice echoed through the room.

"Would you like to take part of the trial, seeing as you're his partner?" They asked.

You nodded, standing up and following the police out.

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As soon as you entered the room, everyome you knew glanced at you. You and Scaramouche made eye contact, him breaking it out of shame.

Soon the 'trial' began. Of course you knew you'd had to speak up if you didn't want him gone.

"Quiet! Scaramouche _____ has been accused of murder. Two of the victims are said to have been Diluc Ragnvindr and Jean Gunhildr (?)."

And so it went on, until you got involved.

"Anything the accused would like to say?"

"I want you to take care of them." He pointed to you with a dull face. The sadness wasn't clear in his voice, but it was definitely there.

"..." You looked down, honestly wishing someone would do anything. You were too scared, but you knew you had to.

The jude nodded.

"Anything you'd want to say?" The judge spoke to you.

"Who'll 'take care' of me?" The unexpected question catched necessary attention.

The judge pointed to a person in the crowd. You glanced at them before returning to the judge.

"-Oh, and, one thing. I'm pregnant."

Don't get mad at me-
It's my birthday >:D

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